Triumph Cannot Help Being Cruel.

The Cynic, A Parasite Of Civilization, Lives By Denying It, For The Very Reason That He Is Convinced That It Will Not Fail.

With Morality We Correct The Mistakes Of Our Instincts, And With Love We Correct The Mistakes Of Our Morals.

Life Is The External Text, The Burning Bush By The Edge Of The Path From Which God Speaks.

Life, Individual Or Collective, Personal Or Historic, Is The One Entity In The Universe Whose Substance Is Compact Of Danger, Of Adventure. It Is, In The Strict Sense Of The Word, Drama. The Primary, Radical Meaning Of Life Appears When It Is Employed In The Sense Not Of Biology, But Of Biography. For The Very Strong Reason That The Whole Of Biology Is Quite Definitely Only A Chapter In Certain Biographies, It Is What Biologists Do In The Portion Of Their Lives Open To Biography.

To Live Is To Feel Oneself Lost.